So, assuming you can establish a legal claim for your Plantagenet House to the English throne , how many people have to die before you become King?
I can just see you in the Pit from now on - “Will no Mod rid me of this meddlesome troll?”
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So, assuming you can establish a legal claim for your Plantagenet House to the English throne , how many people have to die before you become King?
I can just see you in the Pit from now on - “Will no Mod rid me of this meddlesome troll?”
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Better than that - you can get back to the fifth century by following the ancestry of Henry’s grandmother Matilda (or Edith) of Scotland, who descended from the Saxon House of Wessex. Henry I married her in order to make the Norman Conquest more acceptable to the Saxon English.
Yeah well all this is nuffink I tells ya.
I am a direct descendant of Baldrick, I also have a turnip of my very own
So have I. One day I hope to be able to afford a large turnip in the country.
Well then I suggest you get yourself down to the docks, I hear that horny sailors are paying upwards of sixpence for a good hard shag.
Stories about bunnies are about 1d
Pagans, the lot of you. English, which is worse. (Seriously, anyone able to figure out when that genealogy I posted goes fictional? I’m guessing somewhere after Gaodhal, who is the reason there are no snakes in Ireland, and before Rory Mor.)
That said… so, me da’s planning a trip to Ireland to look up family members et al. And so, he goes and finds these tourist trips. One’s about ruined castles, and he signs up for it. So, then he starts looking up the castles, being the kind of man he is.
And then he finds out that the brother-who-stayed-behind’s son burnt one of them down, with his mother-in-law still inside.
Well, he told me that, and I thought about it for a while. “Yeah, that’s one of ours.” I’m not saying it was on purpose, but it’s clearly our family.
To be sure, to be sure, and wasn’t it St Patrick that naffed off the snakes, or am I thinking of Brian Boru
To say nothing of Charlemagne! The Royal We - The Atlantic
You wouldn’t happen to be JK Rowling’s editor, would you?
Or even being heir to the throne of Minas Tirith.
1571 BC, they say.
… 'm pretty sure that’s mythical, but it’s entertaining.
A side note: I have always found it fascinating that my ancestor with my surname who emigrated from Switzerland to the New World was the 15th of 15 children. Talk about a fluke! If his parents had only stopped at 14 – and who could have blamed them?? – then I would not even be here. Stopped at 14? They could have stopped at 5 or 6 and no one would have batted an eye! True, about half of his siblings never survived infancy, so there weren’t 15 children running around the house, but still. I figure he emigrated because there just wasn’t anything left for him after the land or whatever had been apportioned after the parents’ deaths.
::glances down and modestly polishes fingernails on lapel::
Well, ahem, yes, there is that.
I’m 'enery the 26th great grandson I am
'enery the 26th great grandson I am I am
So, that makes you 561437th in line for the throne?
:: jealous ::
One of my cousins traced our ancestry, and it’s Sussex farmers, with the occasional blacksmith for variety, as far back as we can tell (1604).
You should find out. 'Twould make for a nice plaque on the wall, at least. Which GG?
I’m descended from Vaudreuil (sp?), the last governor of New France (Canada), as it happens.